The Medieval City, where I live, is on top of a big hill. It's the only hill for about 50 miles in any direction, and no one has been able to tell me how exactly it came about.
At the base of the medieval city are the suburbs for about 3 miles in any direction, and then farms. The people here love to welcome us to the "countryside" and then laugh hysterically about our bad fortune at being assigned to work here. It is a sleepy town. You can walk from one side of the medieval city to the other in 20 minutes, and there's not much to do in the lower part of the city. There are two bars worth going to, one night club, lots of bakeries, a branch of a university whose campus consists of two buildings, and no shops are open past 7pm or on Sundays. All that said, the locals don't see the town's charm which has so enamored us. To them the cathedral, the ruins from the 1000's, and the green forests covering the sides of the hill are just tired pieces of scenery.
The cathedral, built in 1100's
The dark buildings on the left are the school where I live. The church on the far right is an abbey also built in 1100's. There are incredible walking paths all through the woods near my school.
Lastly, my favorite statue in one of the town's best parks.
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